IdleRich
IdleRich
I can't really help much here cos it ain't my favourite sound to be honest
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IdleRich
IdleRich
I didn't know it was on Chloe's show... but you're not wrong. She's a nice person and I'm sure she's a great DJ and label head and all that but as a presenter she is absolutely terrible... this sort of inverse personality able to suck the life out of anything and make the most fascinating subject sound boring beyond belief... I believe she's presentijg the longest running show on NTS...
No idea about burnt bridges... wouldn't have thought so cos there are so many people involvedc- unless you personally insulted every single person on the station. Which, being you, I mean, you don't go for half measures so it's not impossible.
william_kent
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I was extremely drunk last night and any questions I may have asked were "rhetorical"( ? ). I'll never be asked to present a show on NTS, so it doesn't matter if I insult them or not, but I'm actually a sensitive soul, but I should have learnt my lesson about stating my mind online from years ago when I said some record on some label run by some guy from the Emeralds was miles better than the previous release ( which was frankly shit , and I'll still stand by that ) and then he messaged me to tell me to "fuck off" even though I was praising the decent record but obviously he took umbrage at me expressing an honest opinion that was posted on some super obscure collaborative blog
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blissblogger
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I can't remember and I'm not going to look through all the pages but I don't think this has been posted
blissblogger
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Nor this from another ex-Velvet, which is a major omission in terms of nutty artist statements - Lou Reed exalting his methamphetamine symphony Metal Machine Music (subtitle The Amine β Ring - a reference to chemical structure of amphetamines)
“NOTATION – When I started the Velvet Underground and its various springoffs, my concern was not, as was assumed abidingly lyrical, verbally riented at heart, ‘head’ rock, the exploration of various ‘taboo’ subjects, drugs, sex, violence. Passion—REALISM—realism was the key. The records were letters. Real letters from me to certain other people. Who had and still have basically, no music, be it verbal or instrumental to listen to. One of the peripheral effects typically distorted was what was to be known as heavy metal rock. In Reality it was of course diffuse, obtuse, weak, boring and ultimately an embarrassment. This record is not for parties/dancing/background romance. This is what I meant by “real” rock, about “real” things. No one I know has listened to it all the way through including myself. It is not meant to be. Start any place you like. Symmetry, mathematical precision, obsessive and detailed accuracy and the vast advantage one has over “modern electronic composers.” They, with neither sense of time, melody or emotion, manipulated or no. It’s for a certain time and place of mind. It is the only recorded work I know of seriously done as well as possible as a gift, if one could call it that, from a part of certain head to a few others. Most of you won’t like this and I don’t blame you at all. It’s not meant for you. At the very least I made it so I had something to listen to. Certainly Misunderstood: Power to Consume (how Bathetic): an idea done respectfully, intelligently, sympathetically and graciously, always with concentration on the first and foremost goal. For that matter, off the record, I love and adore it. I’m sorry, but not especially, if it turns you off.
One record for us and it. I’d harbored hope that the intelligence that once inhabited novels or films would ingest rock, I was, perhaps, wrong. This is the reason Sally Can’t Dance—your Rock n Roll Animal. More than a decent try, but hard for us to do badly. Wrong media, unquestionably. This is not meant fo the market. The agreement one makes with “speed”. A specific acknowledgment. A to say the least, very limited market. Rock n Roll Animal makes this possible, funnily enough. The misrepresentation succeeds to the point of making possible the appearance of the progenitor. For those for whom the needle is no more than a toothbrush. Professionals, no sniffers please, don’t confuse superiority (no competition) with violence, power or the justifications. The Tacit speed agreement with Self. We did not start World War I, II or III. Or the Bay of Pigs, for that Matter. Whenever. As way of disclaimer. I am forced to say that, due to stimulation of various centers (remember OOOOHHHMMM, etc.), the possible negative contraindications must be pointed out. A record has to, of all things Anyway, hypertense people, etc. possibility of epilepsy (petit mal), psychic motor disorders, etc… etc… etc.
My week beats your year.”—Lou Reed
Speefreak attention to detail
Speed can make you pedantic, or at least, obsessively annotative - on the front of Metal Machine Music, there's a footnote to the subtitle "The Amine B Ring" at the bottom of the cover
"dextrorotory components synthesis of sympathomimetic musics" - again, more pharmacological idiolect from Reed the non-dilettante ("no sniffers please... the needle is no more than a toothbrush" speed-user
“NOTATION – When I started the Velvet Underground and its various springoffs, my concern was not, as was assumed abidingly lyrical, verbally riented at heart, ‘head’ rock, the exploration of various ‘taboo’ subjects, drugs, sex, violence. Passion—REALISM—realism was the key. The records were letters. Real letters from me to certain other people. Who had and still have basically, no music, be it verbal or instrumental to listen to. One of the peripheral effects typically distorted was what was to be known as heavy metal rock. In Reality it was of course diffuse, obtuse, weak, boring and ultimately an embarrassment. This record is not for parties/dancing/background romance. This is what I meant by “real” rock, about “real” things. No one I know has listened to it all the way through including myself. It is not meant to be. Start any place you like. Symmetry, mathematical precision, obsessive and detailed accuracy and the vast advantage one has over “modern electronic composers.” They, with neither sense of time, melody or emotion, manipulated or no. It’s for a certain time and place of mind. It is the only recorded work I know of seriously done as well as possible as a gift, if one could call it that, from a part of certain head to a few others. Most of you won’t like this and I don’t blame you at all. It’s not meant for you. At the very least I made it so I had something to listen to. Certainly Misunderstood: Power to Consume (how Bathetic): an idea done respectfully, intelligently, sympathetically and graciously, always with concentration on the first and foremost goal. For that matter, off the record, I love and adore it. I’m sorry, but not especially, if it turns you off.
One record for us and it. I’d harbored hope that the intelligence that once inhabited novels or films would ingest rock, I was, perhaps, wrong. This is the reason Sally Can’t Dance—your Rock n Roll Animal. More than a decent try, but hard for us to do badly. Wrong media, unquestionably. This is not meant fo the market. The agreement one makes with “speed”. A specific acknowledgment. A to say the least, very limited market. Rock n Roll Animal makes this possible, funnily enough. The misrepresentation succeeds to the point of making possible the appearance of the progenitor. For those for whom the needle is no more than a toothbrush. Professionals, no sniffers please, don’t confuse superiority (no competition) with violence, power or the justifications. The Tacit speed agreement with Self. We did not start World War I, II or III. Or the Bay of Pigs, for that Matter. Whenever. As way of disclaimer. I am forced to say that, due to stimulation of various centers (remember OOOOHHHMMM, etc.), the possible negative contraindications must be pointed out. A record has to, of all things Anyway, hypertense people, etc. possibility of epilepsy (petit mal), psychic motor disorders, etc… etc… etc.
My week beats your year.”—Lou Reed
Speefreak attention to detail
Speed can make you pedantic, or at least, obsessively annotative - on the front of Metal Machine Music, there's a footnote to the subtitle "The Amine B Ring" at the bottom of the cover
"dextrorotory components synthesis of sympathomimetic musics" - again, more pharmacological idiolect from Reed the non-dilettante ("no sniffers please... the needle is no more than a toothbrush" speed-user
william_kent
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has there been a "contractual obligation" thread?
blissblogger
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Dunno, but I don't think MMM was that, even though many said it was - he seems to have sincerely thought it was an electro-acoustic masterwork. Didn't he push for it to be released via Red Seal, the classic division of RCA?
william_kent
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he makes a case in some Lester Bangs interview that it is a total work of art and that it was a deliberate aesthetic decision that each of the LP side is exactly sixteen minutes and one second long, and that is not because that's when the tape cuts out or anything
i bought MMM for £20 when i was 15 or 16 from money working in my uncle's market hall shop. i got it straight after reading the lester bangs review. it was from a shop in the byram arcade which no longer exists, called dead wax. the guy asked me if i knew what i was buying.
needless to say i've listened to it approximately once. probably worth something now.
needless to say i've listened to it approximately once. probably worth something now.
blissblogger
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definitely worth something if it's in good nick, which only playing once would suggest.
it's a nice thing to have with the liner note and the gatefold and all that, but if i had one, i doubt if it'd be getting much repeat play.
i burned it off a friend but i don't think i've played the CD-R since
said friend claimed to play it as ambient falling-asleep type music - i suppose it might actually work, in the same way that the noise and vibrations of a plane taking off always make me nod off for a while
well, actually MMM at a low volume would be not unlike the noise machine we use to ease the passage to slumberland - it generates 'brown noise' I think is the term (as opposed to white noise and pink noise)
Listening back after many years of exposure to far more extreme music - despite some annoying frequencies, MM seems way more melodic and less harsh then I remember, not a million miles away from Terry Riley. Reed did make one fantastic drone record, so I dont know if its entirely far fetched to claim MM as a serious work.
blissblogger
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it's really good isn't it - it's making me sway a little and nod off in front of the computer - sapping the will to do any work
blissblogger
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"My group consists of Dr. Poo Pah Doo of Destine Tambourine and Dr. Ditmus of Conga, Dr. Boudreaux of Funky Knuckle Skins and Dr. Battiste of Scorpio in Bass Clef, Dr. McLean of Mandolin Comp. School, Dr. Mann of Bottleneck Learning, Dr. Bolden of The Immortal Flute Fleet, The Baron of Ronyards, Dido, China, Goncy O'Leary, Shirley Marie Laveaux, Dr. Durden, Governor Plas Johnson, Senator Bob West Bowing, Croaker Jean Freunx, Sister Stephanie and St. Theresa, John Gumbo, Cecilia La Favorite, Karla Le Jean who were all dreged up from The Rigolets by the Zombie of the Second Line. Under the eight visions of Professor Longhair reincannted the charts of now....
"I will mash my special faix deaux-deaux on all you who buy my charts, the rites of Coco Robicheaux who, invisible to all but me, will act as a second guardian angel until you over-work him. All who attend our rites will receive kites from the second tier of Tit Alberto who brought the Saute Chapeau. To Chieu Va Bruler up to us from the Antilles to the bayou St. John. Aunt Francis who told me the epic of Jump Sturdy and Apricot Glow. Mimi, who in silence, says the lyrics to Mamma Roux in Chipacka the Chopatoulis Chocktaws without teepees on Magnolia Street and wise to the Zulu parade and the golden blade the sun-up to sun-down second liners who dig Fat Tuesday more than anybody and that's plenty. I have also dug up the old Danse Kalinda to remind you we have not chopped out the old chants and the new Croaker Courtbuillion to serve Battiste style of Phyco-Delphia. We did the snake a la gris-gris calimbo to frame our thing into the medium of down under yonder fire. We walked on gilded splinters to shove my point across to you whom I will communicate with shortly through the smoke of deaux-deaux the rattlesnake whose forked tongue hisses pig Latin in silk and satin da-zaw-ig-day may the gilded splinters of Aunte Andre spew forth in your path to light and guide your way through the bayous of life on your pirougue of heartaches and good times... Push and the shove that you need to get your point across no matter what the cost."
Triggered by word of a Toop-treatise on this one 1968 elpee
Two-Headed Doctor
Listening For Ghosts in Dr. John's Gris-Gris
By David Toop
Two-Headed Doctor is a forensic investigation into a single LP: Dr. John, the night tripper's Gris-gris. Though released in 1968 to poor sales and a minimum of critical attention, Gris-gris has accumulated legendary status over subsequent decades for its strangeness, hybridity, and innovative production. It formed the launch pad for Dr. John's image and lengthy career and the ghostly presence of its so-called voodoo atmosphere hovers over numerous cover versions, samples, and re-invocations. Despite the respect given to the record, its making is shrouded in mystery, misunderstandings, and false conclusions. The persona of Dr. John, loosely based on dubious literary accounts of a notorious voodooist and freed slave, a nineteenth-century New Orleans resident known as Doctor John, provided Malcolm "Mac" Rebennack with a lifelong mask through which to transform himself from session musician in order to construct a solo career.
Somewhere between puzzle, experimental rhythm, blues disguised as rock, and elaborate hoax, Gris-gris was a collaborative project between Rebennack and producer/arranger Harold Battiste (at the time musical director for Sonny & Cher). A few brief sessions held at Gold Star Studios in Los Angeles brought together many of New Orleans' finest musicians, including Shirley Goodman, John Boudreaux, Plas Johnson, Jessie Hill, Ernest McLean, and Tami Lynn. Along with their complex histories, the cast of characters implicated in the story includes Ornette Coleman, Lafcadio Hearn, Zora Neale Hurston, Cher, Sonny Bono, Sam Cooke, Ishmael Reed, Black Herman, Prince La La, and many others. The story details in discursive style the historical context of the music, how it came together, its literary sources, production and arrangements, and the nature of the recording studio as dream state, but also examines as a disturbing undercurrent the volatile issue of race in twentieth-century music, the way in which it doomed relationships and ambitious projects, exploited great talents, and distorted the cultural landscape.
william_kent
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The inner sleeve notes on the new On-U Sound Dub Syndicate album, "Obscured by Version", are a bit much
They're on the inner sleeve so I don't know who the hard sell is aimed at, the only people that are going to read them will have bought the album ( and some record shop staff I suppose )
here's a taster, this comes after a bit about how Adrian Sherwood reworked some old tunes from some so-so later albums
I don't need to be told that the album is amazing, I'll make up my own mind thank you. It only comes as a disappointment after reading such breathless descriptions, perhaps I don't have "attentive ears" enough to appreciate a "wow of fireworks"....
They're on the inner sleeve so I don't know who the hard sell is aimed at, the only people that are going to read them will have bought the album ( and some record shop staff I suppose )
here's a taster, this comes after a bit about how Adrian Sherwood reworked some old tunes from some so-so later albums
I don't need to be told that the album is amazing, I'll make up my own mind thank you. It only comes as a disappointment after reading such breathless descriptions, perhaps I don't have "attentive ears" enough to appreciate a "wow of fireworks"....